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I'm a romantic, emotional masochist, my lovely killer
You twirl me around your little finger
And wrap me in a Comforting and consticting embrace,
y..
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He was the night,
The winter,
The cold
He kept to himself
Living isolated in a small house atop a hill
A pale body, absent a soul,
Followed a ba..
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"Dong...Dong...Dong..." The
gothic song of the old clock tower chimed twelve; everyone halted their
haunting dance, entranced by its bewitching..
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